About me:
ON THE INSIDE
It all started as a young man,when you thought you had the perfect
plan.As you begin to grow and mature,you really don't know for sure.Your journey takes a wrong road,then life becomes a heavy load.The confusion you feel starts taking its toll.Now you feel you are in a deep dark hole.Alcohol and drugs are now a problem,your out of control and now at the bottom.With no money to get more.your mind tells you how to score. And now a crime that lands you in jail,the crime you caught gives you no bail.You are getting told your getting some time,now reality sets in your mind. The day comes when you arrive,and a way of life to stay alive.Your head is shaved and your dressed in blues,they give you bobo's that they call shoes.The stress you feel worries you much,and the food they give you really sucks.Staying focused on your day,You pray to God it's not a long wait.You try to manage and get by,for the day your on the outside,You live day by day in constant fear, for the things you see and also hear.Everyone pretends to be your friend,with a game they play that never ends.Everday is so different in this life,and never knowing what your gonna feel inside.The stress and depression that you feel,is just like living in hell.You don't ever get any respect,because the way your teated and how they act.Your feeling sad and want to cry,All you want is the pain to leave,A friend tells you to pray and to believe.You know your day will come,waiting patiently and ready to be done
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Lets take a walk, and look through these eyes of mine. See how I view my world and tell me what you find. Can you see the gun tower, which keeps my escape, plans at bay. An unspoken message of sure death it conveys each day. What about the barbwire fence, which protects the world from me, or does it protect me from the world, and what the worlds come to be? Look at the prison guards with the riot sticks on their waists. Eager To use unnecessary force cant you see the smirk on their face. Glance at the rec yard and see the split between the racial groups. Divided and conquer is the oldest trick in the book the system uses. You can see the hate in the eyes of every inmate that walks the track. Internal conflict inside everyone, not to mention the social skill they lack. You can sense the tension of every racial group you pass. If you pay close attention to their body language I am sure you will catch on fast. It's those close attention to details that one must accustom him self with quick. My eyes are for survival without them I would be in deep shit. Lets take a walk, and look threw these eyes of mine. Take a glimpse at the other side of these walls I am behind
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